cityship: (Meanwhile...)
cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-09-03 12:01 am

Castle of a Thousand Illusions [Private Plot]

[This is for Team 1: Lash, Zetta, Martha, Howard, Doctor, Chell, Doc, Sumeragi. The first shore leave / observation deck post is here where they can say goodbye to others.]

As they arrived and landed, there was just a small track of land with one large wooden boat. A man, clothed in black, ushered them in. He didn't answer anything, in fact from the way he squeaked from rust, it was easily to see he was mechanical. Even the water didn't look that deep until near the end, as what looked like sharks swam around them menacingly before disappearing abruptly as they arrived in the middle of a black obsidian castle. The landing wasn't gentle, and everyone was pushed against each other, as the boat lifted itself up and dropped them all together on top of stacks of hay.

There were two rooms leading out. One had carved in "YOUNDER MALE OR WHATEVER SPECIES" and the other "YOUNDER DEM BEAUTIES". Inside, each would find leather outfits, and white underwear so there would be no chaffing. They could use their plantsuits for that too. Soft moccasins for their feet too with a note that while it was not era-perfect, they figured they would appreciate not having too many bruises on their feet (at least for now). The leather was pretty fresh from the smell and looked to have been made just the right size for each person too.

Kinda really creepy when you thought about it.


But that wasn't the worst of it, oh no. The doors would not open until everyone was fully clothed. For those that still refused, ghostly white hands came out of the walls and did the deed for them, removing all weapons and putting them in the appropriate attire before giving a thumbs up and disappearing again.

As the second door opened, with a red glowing orb turning green, they could see many doors leading around twisting, moving stairs that somehow didn't quite seem possible.

The sound of a gong going off somewhere. Again. Three times. Suddenly the weather shifted to sunset (and never changed) and one could swear those ghost hands were now throwing plastic seagulls in the air, as they mostly flew for a few seconds and crashed into the walls. Seawater was blasted off from tiny little spray bottles.

A large scroll appeared, dusted itself sending dust bunnies flying into the air and unwounded before them.

ATTENTION CONTESTANTS! WELCOME YE FAIR OF MIND AND BODY, TO THE GREATEST PHYSICAL CHALLENGE IN ALL THE UNIVERSE!

After what sounded like someone thinking about it, coughing, a few more words appeared.

PLEASE HOLD ON WHILE YOUR HOST GREETS YOU, IN JUST A FEW MINUTES. THIS IS OUR PLAN, WHICH WE ARE TELLING YOU, THE CONTESTANTS.
fattynoparents: (does it feel like a trial?)

[personal profile] fattynoparents 2011-09-10 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
WHEATLEY THAT WAS NOT A GOOD IDEA THAT WAS THE WORST IDEA.

But really, she shouldn't have expected anything less. Now she was growing frantic, alternating glances between the countdown clock and the stupid organ and the STUPID BIRD, wondering what else she could possibly do.

She was going about it the wrong way. This was a hack, that was all, a musical hack, and she needed the password, which in this case would be a series of notes. And if there was one thing she learned from the construct and his helpful flashlight, it was that brute forcing a hack more often than not got them nowhere. They didn't have the luxury of time to sit around and plug in A A A A A A, followed by A A A A A B and so on and so forth.

There had to be another clue in the room somewhere. Her eyes moved from the organ, to the bird, to Wheatley on the floor, and finally to the stinking, charred remains of the worm. Without a second thought, she skidded to her knees and plunged her hands into the carcass, hoping to find something hidden within.

notamoron: (Big Scary God Face)

[personal profile] notamoron 2011-09-10 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Wheatley was trying to think. But the squawking just got in the way. Finally, he had all he could take.

"Arrrgh, WHAT DO YOU WANT, YOU FEATHERY DISEASE FACTORY?! ARE YOU HUNGRY? HUH? IS THAT IT?! WELL I GOT NEWS FOR YOU, MATE! DO YOU SEE ANY BIRD FOOD AROUND HERE? HUH?!"
fattynoparents: (the immediate past president)

[personal profile] fattynoparents 2011-09-10 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
She froze, up to her elbows in worm guts and her eyes widened in disbelief as she realized that Wheatley had just totally solved this stupid puzzle. Granted, he probably didn't know that he'd given her the eureka moment, but what mattered was that they were totally about to get the key and it was going to be great.

There was bird food around here, and it wasn't her hand (thank goodness).

Chell sprung to her feet, her upturned palms full of innards, which she offered to the giant parrot.
Edited 2011-09-10 05:19 (UTC)
fattynoparents: (fatty. adopted fatty. fatty no-parents)

[personal profile] fattynoparents 2011-09-10 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
screw you bird
notamoron: (They told me if I detach myself)

[personal profile] notamoron 2011-09-11 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Wheatley was quiet for a moment.

"...What just happened?" he asked. Clearly he didn't realize that he had unwittingly solved the puzzle. It would have to be plainly spelled out for him later.
fattynoparents: (A BOY BAND!?)

[personal profile] fattynoparents 2011-09-11 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
Chell dashed back to the organ, grinning wildly at the little robot, perhaps the most drastic change of expression she'd ever shown him. THEY TOTALLY SOLVED IT.

She didn't know how to read music, but it was easy enough to match the parrot's intonations and figure the correct sequence of notes, which she quickly repeated on the organ.

BRING ON THAT KEY.
fattynoparents: (ha ha you're a moron)

[personal profile] fattynoparents 2011-09-12 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
GOD

DAMN IT

But whatever, she had the key, and that was more than good enough for her.

notamoron: (You caught me!)

[personal profile] notamoron 2011-09-13 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
"So... we won?"

A moment later, Wheatley added, "We won! Oh, I knew you could do it! I tell you, you always manage to surprise me with how clever you are! Nice big brain in that rather ordinary sized homo-sapien skull there."